Big sky, warm style
Simple and rich happiness is contentment.
Are you content? He was content, what was missing was not just a broken body, but a paralyzed mind, dead memories, imprisoned in a lonely escape, not fear, just numbness, what else could there be? You can belong to yourself, struggle, pray, and be liberated. The ending is not that the dark clouds of death gradually disperse and spread warmth on the ground. Are you content? He is satisfied!
But... Judaime... Can I still be qualified to touch you like this?